first concubine

Chapter 1412 A game of chess in seven years.

Seven years later.

winter.

This year's first snow came late, it was already in December that the first snow came, and the whole palace was decorated with silver overnight, the red walls and green tiles were covered in white. Among the vast snowflakes.

In a blink of an eye, it seemed that the entire palace was going to be covered in heavy snow.

Meng Ping stayed outside the Qingyin Hall, it was still early, he got up early, and stood outside the door a little drowsy, and at some point, the drowsiness hit him, he closed his eyes and dozed off, and suddenly a gust of cold wind hit him Come on, he nodded his head abruptly and woke up.

Just in time to see Baiyuan walking from the yard wearing a cloak, with snowflakes falling on his shoulders.

He hurriedly went up to greet him: "It's so early in the morning, the emperor just finished his breakfast, and he is correcting the memorial in there!!"

"understood."

Bai Yuan swept off the snowflakes on his body before he opened the door and went in. Several heaters were lit in the hall, and the temperature was very warm. As soon as he entered, he felt warm all over his body, very comfortable.

These years, the emperor has been in poor health and is very afraid of the cold, so every year when winter comes, several heaters are lit in the hall, so that the emperor can feel a little warmer, otherwise, it will be difficult to survive the winter.

The man who was correcting the memorial behind the desk did not raise his head when he heard the footsteps, his sharp-edged face was a little pale under the bright sky, and Bai Yuan could see the silver strands mixed in the hair on his lowered head.

Over the years, the white hair on his head has become more and more.

He is obviously only in his 30s, but he already looks like someone in his fifties or sixties. Thinking about it, he is getting old.

Bai Yuan felt bitter in his heart. For so many years, he thought that time could make people forget the hurt, but now it seems that time can't reduce the pain at all, and it has penetrated deeper into the bone marrow with time.

However, time has an advantage, that is, people dare not easily bring up old things again.

"Today is the first day of the new year. Her antidote has been delivered, right?" Before Bai Yuan could speak, Zhan Yu opened his mouth first, and his deep and pleasant voice sounded in the hall, calm and peaceful, without the edges and corners before. and sharp.

Bai Yuan nodded, put a small red box on Zhan Yu's desk, and placed it in front of him.

The small red box has a golden lotus carved on the lid, and there are no other decorations. Whenever Zhan Yu sees the lotus on the box, he always thinks of someone.

This time, it is no exception.

He stretched out his plain white fingers, touched the box on the velvet surface and murmured: "I remember, Ah Qi likes passionflower the most."

And these years, the antidote boxes she sent him were all in the shape of passionflower.

It will be delivered every three months, and it will be delivered on the first day of the third month. It happens to be when the poison on his body is onset, and he is always able to save his life in time.

He knew that she didn't want him to die.

Thinking about these years, she hated him on the tip of her heart, his life was already on her chessboard.

The man stroked the box with his fingers, his eyes lingering on it. It seemed that her temperature still remained on the box. As he touched it like this, her temperature could pass through the box and reach his heart, making his eyes feel warm. , all calmed down, and smiled wryly: "It took her so many years to set up a chess game, so you can see how deep the hatred is."

(End of this chapter)